Rocot: Reborn

At that turbulent moment, Rocot suddenly trembled and bit his lips hard. The fate of the Shadow Kingdom would be rewritten by him. As a leader, he knew he had no way out. Whether it was hell or paradise, he had to face it.

Rocot had his back to the Lost Throne, and Rockcord behind him was looking at him from afar. There seemed to be a sneer in his eyes, as if mocking all the fragility and ignorance.

"You, Roccode, are you ready? Are you ready to face the challenges of a new life and endless reincarnation?" Roccode's wild laughter echoed in the hall. However, Roccode did not respond. He put away his smile, and his eyes became deep. His sight passed through Roccode and penetrated the future, as if he had already seen the end of the world.

"A freshman? Yes, I'm ready. I'm excited." Speaking seemed to have become difficult, and his tone became quiet. "You know, Lockecode, I've never been one to shirk responsibility."

Then, the two men looked at each other and laughed, and their laughter merged into a powerful force that detonated the air around them. The huge steel prison collapsed in their laughter, and boundless apocalyptic fire rose into the sky in their laughter.

However, just as they were preparing to live and die together, a holy light descended from the sky, piercing through the chaotic battlefield and breaking the endless mourning. In the light, Rocot and Rockcord actually breathed the same breath. It was a common breath, the breath of life and death.

At this point of torment, their souls seemed to merge; love and hate, life and death, beauty and ugliness, everything became inseparable at this moment; they were no longer themselves, but projections of this world, parasites of this universe.

Then, everything was over. They fought on this broken frontier, using sinful means to move step by step towards the dawn of a new life. Yes, their script had just been torn apart, and their hearts beat rapidly, with the emptiness reduced by excessive sorrow. However, those heartaches like thorns were drowned in the quagmire of fetters. They were willing to share the last breath for the same life and the same reincarnation of the end of the world.

They know that this is not the end, but another beginning, the continuation of life, the rebirth of the soul, and the watershed of fate. The reincarnation has not ended, and the battle has just begun. Those bound souls, accompanied by the lost souls of blood rushing, are destined to continue their struggle in this warm and cruel world.

Rocot is determined to change the doomed fate of the Shadow Clan. First he captures Hayes, a former hero now a prisoner. He plans to use Hayes to usurp control of the Shadow Kingdom.

Next, Rocot went to the Shadow Prison, ready to blow it up so that he could gain the support of the Shadow Kingdom in the name of rescuing the Shadow people.

Deep within the Shadowlands, Rocot enters a stone prison, determined to change the Shadows' doomed fate. He plans to use Hayes, a once-heroic warrior now bound in chains, to usurp control of the Shadowlands.

Rocco understands Hayes' sacrifice and decides to announce his heroic name to the world. He ignites the fire of life for Hayes, and his last breath drowns out the struggle and growth. This is a promise and an end, the beginning of a glorious era. Rocco kills the dazzling present for the sake of the future, and all the cruelty and tenderness of fate are focused on the same moment.

The hero falls, the universe is renewed silently, and all the sorrows are left in the years. As the heartbeat leaves, the heavy thoughts and the relaxed letting go are interwoven into a tragic hymn.

When Rocot traveled through the cracks of time and space and lost all his memories, he finally found the meaning of life. He never thought about what had happened, he only knew that his existence was to fight against the world full of evil.